Chapter 1860 — The Overbearing Wei Zhao
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"I know you are strong—strong enough to annihilate three Earth-rank experts in a single move, one of them late Earth-rank." Seeing Wei Zhao smile, the man in black felt some uncertainty about where Wei Zhao's limits lay. "But you surely have not advanced to Heaven-rank, so your strength is at most equal to mine. To keep them here with me standing in your way—that will be very difficult."
"Then what do you propose?" Wei Zhao asked, betraying nothing.
Wei Zhao knew that an expert at peak late Earth-rank speaking to him in such courteous tones was entirely down to the effect of his one-move annihilation of three Earth-rank experts. But if he showed the slightest weakness now, what awaited him would be an onslaught like a storm.
"You must have heard of the Fire Wolf Gang?" the man in black asked. "If you leave, then we go our separate ways in peace. If you insist on keeping An Liwen here, you might by luck best me by a move or two—but what awaits you then is the Fire Wolf Gang's revenge."
"Have him break his own legs, and I leave." Wei Zhao pointed at An Liwen, his tone brooking no doubt.
The man in black pondered, his expression shifting uncertainly as he looked at Wei Zhao. Truthfully, the intelligence the Fire Wolf Gang had received could not be false: Wei Zhao had annihilated three Earth-rank experts in one move, and annihilated them he had. So the man in black could not be sure whether he himself was a match for Wei Zhao.
If Wei Zhao's martial skill was truly that formidable, then even if the man in black won a move or two by luck, he would surely pay a bitter price.
So after a spell of hesitation, the man in black said nothing; he merely waved his hand, and An Liwen gave an agonized groan and dropped to his knees.
With Wei Zhao's eyes, he could naturally tell that the man in black had merely fractured An Liwen's legs—a minor injury. But Wei Zhao did not press the matter further. To make a peak late Earth-rank expert compromise by playing the pig to eat the tiger—that was no small achievement.
"Good. Farewell!" Wei Zhao cupped his hands and turned toward the villa's door. From first to last he had not used true qi, so he now walked like any ordinary man, one step, one footprint, out of the room.
Watching Wei Zhao's departing back, the man in black did not stop him. His task this time was to preserve An Liwen's life, and that he had done; naturally he would not stir up further trouble.
He truly could not gauge Wei Zhao's depths, so there was no need to make an enemy of him. As for the feud between Wei Zhao and An Liwen, that was no concern of the man in black.
"Phew..." Wei Zhao's oppressive presence had left An Mingyue and An Mingri drenched in sweat; only after he had gone did they collapse limply to the floor.
"Quick—get Jiande to the hospital, hurry..." An Mingri suddenly remembered his son's life and cried out.